Lyrics
Buried Alive
Get me a ticket to freedom
Right now freedom’s my only friend
Just lost my lover to a hungry city
that chewed him up and spit him out again
Get me a glass of water;
My throat feels kind of dry
Too many cigarettes and happy hour opiates
are breaking my stride
Don’t know what I’m running for
Don’t know why I try to hide
Don’t know where these scars and bruises come from-
All I know’s that I’ve been Buried Alive.
Papa say I be a rebel;
mama say my spirit should run wild
So my spirits run all over the world
But my soul ‘s never satisfied
Don’t know what I’m running for
Don’t know why I try to hide
Don’t know where these scars and bruises come from-
All I know’s that I’ve been Buried Alive
Well, I dig, and I dig and I dig through the dirt
and I dig and I dig and I dig through the hurt
